Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

It is said that love is found around the corner, but every time Old Tang turned a corner, he would either bump into a gangster who robbed him with a knife, or a pickpocket who wanted to take advantage of his wallet. There was never a sweet love waiting for him.

Every time he was robbed or had his only change stolen, he would look up to the sky and comfort himself that he had lost money and that a better tomorrow was waiting for him.

But he didn't expect that when he looked up tonight, he would see a murderous evil spirit.

run!

Without any hesitation, Old Tang, who had lived in the United States for many years, immediately stood up and ran towards the door on his hands and knees.

"boom!"

As soon as he ran to the sofa, there was a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him. Without even turning his head, Old Tang knew that the evil spirit must have started to hunt down his little white rabbit that had strayed into the haunted house.

Damn it, aren’t all ghosts in America except vampires spiritual beings? Why was he so lucky tonight that he met an evil ghost with a physical body?

Sensing the whistling wind coming from behind, Old Tang subconsciously jumped forward without even thinking, just in time to avoid the sharp blade that flew past his scalp.

After falling to the ground, Old Tang didn't lie there for a while. He quickly rolled to the side with his right hand on the ground, avoiding the heavy punch that followed.

With a "bang", the wooden floor was easily penetrated. The rolling Old Tang couldn't help but swallowed when he saw this. If the punch had been real, he would have been bruised and swollen.

But soon he noticed something was wrong. Why did this ghost look familiar?

He rolled behind the sofa and picked up a folding chair to use as a self-defense weapon. Old Tang stared intently at the lanky ghost figure who slowly stood up from the ground.

Wearing a black robe, using a knife as a weapon, and wearing a skull mask with only one eye exposed on his face, isn't this girl the same masked killer from "Scream"? !

Old Tang was not a fan of horror movies, but he had quite a lot of experience watching movies. He instantly recognized which movie the murderous evil spirit's costume was from, and couldn't help but cursed angrily: "Fuck, you fucking... people?!"

The half-breed pretending to be a ghost did not expect that the lamb waiting to be slaughtered who came to his door was so agile. He dodged two consecutive attacks and even dared to stop and confront him after realizing that he was not a ghost.

It is simply audacious and audacious!

"So? Do you want to beg me to spare you?" The masked killer took off the skull mask on his face, revealing a handsome face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Fake, why is a guy who pretends to be a fool so handsome, but why do I look embarrassed? !

Old Tang cursed in his heart that God was unfair. He raised the folding chair, WWE's most powerful artifact, and pointed it at the half-breed who was pretending to be a ghost: "Although I don't know what you want to do by hiding here and pretending to be a ghost, but I warn you not to mess around. , I didn’t come alone.

If you want to kill people and silence them, don't blame my friends who were guarding outside for rushing in and killing you! "

The ghost hybrid sneered disdainfully when he heard this: "What a joke, do you think I didn't see you sneaking in over the wall just now?"

I still want to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail, but there is no way!

"Give up your struggle, so that I can give you a happy life, otherwise I promise to give you a death that you will never forget."

The man said, raising his hands that were different from ordinary people and could already be called claws: "I will use it to peel off your skin bit by bit, and then peel off your flesh bit by bit." Dig it out and pick out all the bones!"

Listening to this extremely arrogant declaration of crime, Old Tang almost laughed out of anger.

Although at first he just ran away out of fear of ghosts and did not think about resisting, but now he realized that the other person was a living person like himself, a bright and bloody existence, and Nao Shizi's fear disappeared instantly.

Thinking back carefully, the attack launched by the opponent just now was not very fast, and he was easily dodged by him whose physical strength was enhanced several times.

Therefore, the one who really should escape is this guy pretending to be a ghost!

Looking at the opponent's yellow eyes that were like Superman, Old Tang sneered, kicked away the sofa that was used as a bunker, and walked forward with the folding chair without saying any nonsense.

Seeing this, the half-breed ghost raised his eyebrows and put one hand on his hips in an arrogant posture: "Hoho~ Instead of running away, you took the initiative to come towards me?

Have you realized that there is no escape and want to ask me to give you a good time?

It’s a smart decision. Don’t worry, I will give you a painless death and ensure that when the police and forensic doctors arrive at the scene..."

"Don't think so, you bastard!" Old Tang interrupted the mixed race's endless chatter, "If I didn't come closer, how could I beat you down?"

"Interesting." Hearing that the prey he had chosen was not ready to be captured but was planning to fight to the death, the ghost hybrid grinned in a ferocious arc and raised his claws and walked towards him:

"In that case, we might as well get closer."

In a living room painted with ghost symbols, the distance between a white man in black robes and an Asian young man in casual clothes kept shrinking. When they were only two meters apart, both sides started violently and injured people at the same time!

"Go to hell!" The ghost-like hybrid's eyes were filled with fierceness, and his hands were like sharp claws, stabbing at Old Tang's chest and throat.

Not to be outdone, Old Tang picked up the folding chair and smashed it directly into the hybrid's head!

"boom!"

Just when the two sides were about to collide, the door of the haunted house was kicked open from the outside, and then two fully armed men wearing night vision goggles and holding assault rifles rushed in. The red dot shot by the laser sight accurately landed on the center of the two people's foreheads:

"FBI! Open the door!"

The ghost-playing hybrid was frightened by the sudden red dot on his forehead, and his hands slowed down. Then he quickly realized that something was wrong and tried to lean back to avoid the attack.

Too late!

With a crisp "bang", the folding chair in Old Tang's hand hit the hybrid's forehead without any hesitation. The terrifying force directly knocked him out, and he hit the wall with a "bang", and then collapsed like a noodle, and his life or death was uncertain.

"Ah this..." Russell and Duke, who temporarily changed their plan to force their way into the haunted house to kill the dangerous hybrid and rescue the hostages, were stunned in place, obviously a little bit unable to believe their eyes.

I thought he was a supernatural enthusiast who wanted to die, but he actually knocked a dangerous hybrid with a rating of B+ away with a stool!

"Oh no, how should I write the mission report now?" Russell subconsciously asked his good friend, trying to convey his bad idea with his eyes: "If we report truthfully, our mission score is estimated to be and can only be zero, otherwise we should catch a good person and take credit. This guy can knock the target away and break into a private house in the middle of the night. He must not be a good person!"

But he forgot that he was still wearing night vision goggles, and Duke couldn't see his eyes at all.

But, how can we say that they are good friends, and they tacitly chose the same response plan without prior communication.

Duke pointed his gun at Old Tang, who had lost his strength after knocking the man away, and shouted: "Put down your weapon, let me see your hand!"

This is the basic operation of the free and democratic America. When facing armed criminals or hostages, you must remain 100% vigilant. After all, no one can guarantee that the hostages will not suddenly turn against the police and shoot them in the back after being rescued.

Old Tang also knows that he must cooperate with the police when he encounters the police with weapons, but his current identity is the number one terrorist in the United States. I don’t know how many people are eyeing his head. How can he give up resistance and surrender?

Especially since the one who called out was the FBI who had been chasing him for half a month!

Without hesitation, Old Tang turned 360 degrees and immediately let go of the folding chair and raised his hands, his eyes suddenly shining with brilliant golden light: "Captain, don't shoot, it's me!"

The sudden golden light that almost blinded people and the folding chair that was whistling made Duke and Russell instantly confirm their false accusations... Bah, the judgment was correct, the man who knocked down the mission target was also a half-blood, or a dangerous person who was afraid to face the law enforcement department because of something he had in his heart!

He lowered his head to avoid the powerful flying chair, and Duke pulled the trigger directly while explaining the situation on the communication channel, forcing Old Tang who tried to break through the window to escape back.

And Russell shot the dangerous half-blood again, and after confirming that the other party would not wake up and interrupt during the pursuit, he quickly stepped forward to form a shooting angle with Duke, suppressing Old Tang at the stairs and unable to move.

Their magazines were filled with special Frigga bullets made by the academy. These alchemical bullets would shatter and vaporize the moment they hit the target. The anesthetic in the bullet would make people unconscious immediately, so there was no need to worry about the target being killed by random firing.

However, just as they were firing wantonly to capture the unexpected surprise alive, the roar of the mission commander An Ajie came from the headset:

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing?

Our mission is to secretly capture the hybrids, not to participate in the Iraq War. Your gunshots are so loud that the whole street can hear them!"

"Impossible, we installed a silencer!" Duke subconsciously refuted, but soon found that the other party was right, because he only installed a silencer on the pistol...

"Shit!" Cursing secretly, Duke knew that their mission evaluation this time was probably hopeless. They could only hope that the hybrid suppressed by firepower would be more valuable, at least so that they could put the blame for using high power on him.

Just when he met the golden eyes of the intruder, he felt a strong pressure. He could shirk his responsibility when Professor Schneider asked him questions:

Director, it's not that we didn't try hard, but the other party was too strong!

Old Tang, who was hiding at the corner of the stairs, was so angry that he wanted to curse. This group of FBI was just like a dog-skin plaster. He ran to Queens, but they could still lock his position in the first time.

It was only two and a half minutes since he left the sewer and sneaked into this haunted house! ! !

Looking at the stairwell, the only weapon he could use was a dusty baseball bat. If he used this thing to fight the FBI, he would probably become a sieve as soon as he rushed out.

Is he going to use that trick again?

Old Tang was a little hesitant. After the exorcism ceremony, he found that as long as he recited the magic spell given by the fortune-teller, he could mobilize the "small universe" in his body to burst out with terrifying power, which could burn the house into ruins at the least and raze the skyscraper to the ground at the worst!

He suspected that the FBI was chasing him so closely not just because of the wanted warrant on him, but also because the biological weapons laboratory in the mold urgently needed him to be the main research subject to see if they could create a biological warrior like Captain America.

But soon, his keen sense of smell caught a strange smell, which was different from the gunpowder smoke produced by the explosion of gunpowder when the bullet was fired. It was more like the refreshing smell of top-grade red wine. If you inhale too much, your head will feel a little drowsy and dizzy.

Damn, this is a tranquilizer bullet!

Old Tang's burning golden eyes widened instantly, and he was too lazy to consider whether setting fire in the residential area would accidentally hurt civilians. Anyway, those living nearby were high-ranking gang members who were involved in the underworld, and their death would be considered as eliminating harm for the people!

"￥…… # ￥%*" He recited the mysterious divine language spell softly, and the rich fire element madly approached him like worshiping the monarch, and the dim and dark haunted house instantly lit up with a warm yellow burning light.

"Fuck, Frigga's bullet didn't work, the other party is about to release the word spirit, stop him!" Duke saw this and hurriedly replaced the live ammunition, and at the same time shouted for his good friend to take action.

Russell saw the flames lit up in the stairwell and the air that was gradually heated to boiling hot, and couldn't help but think of the explosion caused by Jun Yan when he came to New York to perform a mission with the minister and the Japanese students who had dropped out of school at the beginning of last year!

"How come high-risk words like Jun Yan are so rampant now that they can be used on any hybrid?!"

While complaining angrily, Russell raised his hand and pulled at his waist. The tactical backpack on his back instantly separated, and countless scalpel-sized and extremely sharp blades inside scattered. Under the control of his words, Yin Liu, they attacked the corner of the staircase with surging flames at a very fast speed.

Just as Russell controlled the metal storm composed of countless iron blades and was ready to rage in the stairwell to tear apart the hybrids hiding in it, Jun Yan, who needed to chant for a long time to condense the fire element, exploded directly!

High-risk words like Jun Yan do not have the setting of turning off friendly damage or the releaser not being hurt. The first person to suffer from such a close-range explosion will definitely be the releaser himself.

Without time to think about it, realizing that the metal storm was about to lose control under the high temperature and flame shock wave, Russell turned around without hesitation and grabbed the little friend who was still raising his gun and shooting and knocked him out of the door room.

Almost at the moment when they flew out of the door and had not had time to fall to the ground, the notorious haunted house was torn apart by the explosion in an instant, and the whole street was illuminated by the flames rising to the sky, and Russell and Duke, who were embracing each other, were blown away again by the spreading shock wave.

"Bang!" The two fell in the middle of the street, almost hitting the vehicles parked on the roadside, causing the execution bureau to have to pay more for the aftermath.

Not far away, Ajie, who was commanding in the middle, and Finger, who was holding a gun and sweeping the formation, had left the bunker and rushed over here. The latter was still feeling lucky that he had let Eva hack into the surveillance system of the block before the mission, otherwise he would have to work harder for his dear girlfriend later.

"How is it, that guy should be dead, right? And our unlucky mission target, I hope he doesn't scold me in hell, even without my Frigga bullets, he can't wake up."

Russell, who was in so much pain that he wanted to fall apart, was pulled up by Duke, but he couldn't help but say a few dirty words.

But the good friend did not respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the explosion site with a dull look, and his tone was extremely solemn, as if he had to repeat a grade because he did not complete enough credits before graduation: "Man, I think we are in big trouble."

Russell was puzzled and followed his gaze. He saw a blurry figure slowly walking towards them in the burning house.

Judging from the size, it was obviously the intruder just now!

"Holy shit! What kind of monster is this?" Russell's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Finger who was running wildly behind him: "Hey Minister, our luck can't be so good. We will meet a pure-blooded dragon again, right?"

After all, they ran into a fifth-generation species during the last pursuit of Deadpool.

"No, it's worse than that. We ran into two this time!"

Finger's face has never looked good since the troublemaker appeared, and it is even darker at this time, because at the end of the street, there is a thin figure in a black robe and staggering steps, walking towards this side step by step.

In the light of the fire, the face as pale as paper had a bit more blush, and the pair of golden eyes as dazzling as the sun added a bit of ferocity!